“I mean it’s pretty clear what I’m doing here,” I shrugged, then took my hand off my cock, which stuck straight out at a right angle, poking her in the ribs.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she said. “Looks like I did. Once in the stands, and once again.”
This was the first one of my games Cat had come to, and she even wore my jersey. I felt my skin tingle all over as I held her jaw and kissed her hard.
“I just had a really disturbing interaction,” she said, grabbing onto my forearm.
“Was it life or death?” I asked.
“Um, no, I guess not.”
“Then hang onto it until after.”
She bit her lower lip. “Until after what?”
“Don’t try to pull the innocence act with me. Not gonna work anymore.”
“Oh,” she said, then glanced down, and slid a hand from the top of my abs until she was gripping my base. “I see what you mean. We’ve got bigger problems right now.”
I took her and pressed her up against the wall, then closed the door to Coach’s room.
“Hey,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about something I need to tell you.”
“Oh?”
“I love you. I do.”
“I can see that.”
“No,” I said, stepping back for a moment. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you. Marriage, fake marriage, whatever this is. I’ve lost track. I want you and only you, forever and ever. I’m totally in love with you, Kit Cat.”
Her eyes narrowed and grew soft in the darkened light.
“You’re not just saying that?” she whispered softly.
“No. Really. I wanted to tell you over some perfect candlelight dinner at the tallest building in the city, but you know what? Sometimes, you’ve just got to let something go. So that’s what I’m doing. I love you.”
I could tell she was thinking hard about something, and I assumed it was whatever she came in here wanting to talk about.
“I love you too,” she said simply.
I had other things on my mind too, but I pushed them to the back.
And then I pushed her back against the wall and we made out furiously. I fumbled to get her shoes, socks, and jeans off as fast as I could as I leveraged my upper body into her to lift her up off the ground. She was wet and ready, and when I reached a hand onto her clit she purred like a kitty cat, then licked close to my ear.
“Dustin, fuck me good, please,” she said, grinning.
I grinned back.
Like there was any other way.
She still had my jersey on, and I guided her over to the table and turned her body around. Twisting, she gave me one more kiss on the lips as she set one hand on my abs, then used the other to help me guide my hard tip inside her.
I bunched up the jersey so I could use it as a balance, and she let her upper body down to rest on top of the coach’s desk.
I was so hard, I went slow to start.
Every time I touched deep inside her, Cat would let out a moan. We kept on slowly like that until we found our rhythm together, and she wasn’t just moaning, she was screaming.
